Poetry

Regenesis

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You hovered o’er the waters
as you hovered o’er my soul.
For I was void and without form
darkness brimmed my soul.

You spoke light into being
as you illumed my heart.
You rent my darkness from your light
my soul aroused to start.

You reforged me in the image
of your righteous holy one.
And charged my soul be fruitful
Til its time on earth be done.

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Worship

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I offered my worldly wealth to you,

Yet my gift did not impress.

I committed my time to work your deeds,

Still my soul you did not bless.

 

I enslaved my body, broke its demands,

But it brought not your delight.

I stood on the corner and preached your word,

And my efforts afforded no light.

 

I sought out the poor and answered their need,

Still your joy lingered far, far distant.

Daily I studied your word with zeal,

Although your peace was nonexistent.

 

Sacrifices were my next pursuit,

Though I failed your delight to gain.

I struggled mightily to do the right,

Yet in my heart I felt but pain.

 

I finally stopped and searched your heart,

My soul required its purpose.

I offered you my heart, my soul, my all

And you reveled in my worship.

The race

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once upon a time

there were two men

who set out to run a race

the first man

being an experienced runner

trained hard

set goals

and never let his eyes

stray from the prize

while the second man

being just a rookie

took it easy

enjoyed life

and never trained for the race

when the day

for the big race

finally came

the first man

being the mature athlete

got to the race early

to warm up and prepare

while the second man

that eager young lad

got to the race just minutes ahead of time

stripped off his warm up suit

and sprinted to the starting line

when the race began

the second man

a young man full of energy

took off as fast

as his feet would carry him

while the first man

the well prepared runner

began running at a steady pace

as the race dragged on

the second man

the unprepared youngster

began to tire

his mind began to wander

he thought about enjoying life

he thought about taking it easy

and he thought about how tired he was

while the first man

the one who trained hard

kept his mind on the goal

kept a steady pace

persevered (even when it hurt)

and did not falter

when the race was over

the second man

the immature man

the rookie

was no where to be found

while the first man

the mature runner

the one who pressed on to the goal

claimed the prize

once there were two men

who set out to run the race of life

the first man

a humble servant

forgot the treasures of this world

and strained on to the prize

while the second man

a worldly man

indulged in pleasures

and gained all this world

had to offer

when the race was over

the second man

the man’s man

was no where to be found

while the first man

the godly man

the mature child of the King

the one who focused on the prize

reached out and grasped the crown of life

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